Dragon Remnat

by Stori

Published September 5, 2007

My name is Carl Fenton. I'm sixteen years old (officially) and I'm not your average boy.

Now you all have heard of us: dragons. But you don't know half the story.

I remember like it was yesterday. I was young, at two hundred, and I thought the world was mine.

There she was: Kim Peters, young, energetic and full of life. I loved her for it.

I approached her, handed back her book. "Carl Fenton," I introduced myself. "If you're in town, look me up."

"I will," she replied and went on her way. Little did she know I was about to confide my deepest secret with her.

It was my first day at a new school. I hated it, but to blend in I had registered as Carl, a fifteen-year-old coming from an orphanage. Hence no need to fake info about my parents.

As it turned out, she was in first-hour biology. I grinned as she took her seat, and she waved back.

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flytodreams
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flytodreams commented Comment · Sep 7, 2007

It's pretty good. :)

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Griffinkeeper
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Griffinkeeper commented Comment · Sep 7, 2007

*Moved to Fantasy Fiction*

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Stori
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Stori commented Comment · Sep 5, 2007

Yes, he can change. This is from my novel in progress, and I just wrote this as a 'new view' on the story.

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TNCowgirl
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TNCowgirl commented Comment · Sep 5, 2007

Keep going!!! But just one question, can he change form from dragon to humen???



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